Time; Apr 65
Place: RAF South Cerney
Our DS the inimitable Sgt S***** (he who had to use the F word at least twice in any sentence) berating one of the flight for alleged sloppiness. Object of his ire was a certain New Zealander and the good Sgt S***** was not known for his sympathy of 'colonials', of which there were quite a few. The 'colonials' happened to be in the same line, one one either side of our NZ friend, and happened to be smiling at the good Sgt's use of the English language. 'Who's that gormless c*** standing next to you then Bloggs?' bellowed our DS. 'Why, you Sgt' replied our friend. Running round the peri track twice plus 'strickers' and extra marching that afternoon was a small price to pay.
Funny old thing but he always used to ask the 'colonials' to babysit for him and his wife when they went out. He was pretty generous with the beer and Mrs S always provided one with a good spread.